Why the traditional style
why the queue
we should've had a different view
me around we will see they are new
many places they are rice and stew
I am aware that all of these you didn't know
I was there before you
why you are so bold
I was told to handle you like gold
never will I see you as a silver but gold
I am not referring to golf but gold
watch my style carefully you will see that I am your own
don't ever want to trick me cuz you will see me leave
I detest that lifestyle of tricks.
Do not think about those stuff's
they are in the house
well kept for me and you
at any time we want I will get it for us
never think about how it is
I am ready to do too much for you
anything for you I am ready to do
I promise to put that smiles to where it belongs
your face shouldn't be left without it
which you know I have tried
it is always a happy day on my side
when I see you shine those amazing thirty two
I will never stopped to bring it on.
But what about me?
why the queue
why making me to feel not brand new
where exactly are my raggae and blues
where do you want me to go from here
I honestly do not want to wander around again
I have done that in the past and it hurt my heart
allow me to sit in comfort with you
just reduce the queue for me
I do not deserve to be pushed you know
let me truly appreciate your style
you do not let me understand you
but what is exactly all of these?
why are you leaving me at the back
just take a look at this queue
I hate to fight and argue
I will gladly leave this queue
let me go to where they can see my face
somewhere they can know how I look.
Truth be told, many of us are in a queue, and in this queue, I mean where he/she placed us in their heart, as it is had to know the heart of a person.